This makes me weep for 2003, when Thought for Food (technically 2002), One Word Extinguisher, ( ), and Who Will Cut our Hair when We're Gone, made all seem possible. But then it all just kinda plateaued.
This French album from the same era carries some of that same energy: a bristly restlessness, wrangling minimal, unlistenable sounds in just the right combinations to make something beautiful and emotional and rich*. Melodies and skitters and skips conjure dread, loneliness, hope, awe, making for an instrumental album that's surprisingly thematic, borderline narrative, with glimpses of apartments, mountains, skylines, snow.
Bonus points for the most misleading album title I've seen in years 4/5
* but not taking it as far as Give Up, which, feh
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